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Kimberly Lore Apr 2017
When I talk to people
I've processed things halfway
In the moment
So that later-
in the conversation
or that night-
I realize exactly what
My opinion is or
What I'd truly like to say

It's one of the reasons I like writing poetry
We are paddling to the town of Apollo,
A town where grasses are purple and bristly-
Where dew cascades like venom from the soot black sky,
And where people dread to dream about tomorrow.
A town where no river glides and where people-
Mourn with bleeding ears and shut mouths,
Hair blue, eyes like vulture and hands like hunter.
A town so big but not an inch for my bicycle.

We are paddling to the town of Apollo.
The roads, painted into ashes, grotesque and forsaken.
The town whose king has been long indolent with morrow-
Fermented; where vendors sell not cotton candies but bombs
And canons- My dear friend, we are travelling to the town of
Havoc, where virtues have taken toll and vices have oxidized
The brains of children, where books are torn off to craft
Spoons- We are halfway through fire, through dooms day for -
We are paddling to the town of Apollo.
Idiosyncrasy Apr 2017
We were almost there
But I was so stupid to let you go
     I never wanted to
                      But I let it happen so
  Now I know
                     This is what I've been waiting for
       You are the one I've found
              The one worth fighting for
                                            I will fight for you.
Thank you for making me learn how to fight. :)
16/30
Some chapters in life
Are better left
Untouched
Undisclosed
Unfinished...

Some chapters in life ,
If
Revealed
    Or
Accomplished
Will leave many a chapters ,scarred , blotted and totally messed.

Some chapters in life are better left unread ..
And that is how , life's most important chapters are addressed .
Something for today's prompt halfsies
Druzzayne Rika Apr 2017
I am standing
somewhere halfway
to the end
and I don't think
I have lived enough.

More half path
left to travel . .
and I am tired
knowing something
will come soon
something ,
which I am not prepared of
Nylee Apr 2017
Half way through the sentence,
My pen stops,
                      remains incomplete.
That numb, unfeeling sensation became dear to me, a state of mind accompanying serotonin depletion which meant I could no longer feel. A part of me misses
its darkness. Halfway in-between
checking myself out and going back
to those few, all-too-brief years spent
in the throes of junkiedom, it struck me:

It's the things people don't do that they truly regret.
You can laugh at how awkward you were,
You can't laugh at what never was.
No point living halfway,
All or nothing.
"If I don't go crazy I'll lose my mind,
I saw a life before me but now I'm blind,
I want to go to heaven, never been there before,
I want to go to heaven, so you give me some more".

Give me a decent cloak with a proper hood please.
Merci beaucoup.
Quote:
Line Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen and Sixteen from Scorpio Rising by Death In Vegas
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